Labels.
There comes a time in every relationship when it is time to see your significant other's best friend's apartment. For me, that night was last night. Elayna's apartment was different and in some ways better then any I had ever seen. For whatever reason I liked it better then Animal's apartment, and dare I say it was better then the condo ann? In reality, it was probably not any bigger then the condo, but just something about it seemed very homely and nice. Elayna had just bought a bed from Ikea, which after a long day of putting together, still had the mattress not put on. I decided instead of being a stereotypical "homo", I would be a man and offer to help put the mattress on the bed. After a couple error's, the group and I managed to get it right. I n the mists of it all, I received an unexpected phone call from Mr Wrobel, backing up my hope of having a windy city style birthday. Puppy and I headed back to my place, and watched the jailed Paris Hilton get gutted in House of Wax.
The next day, after working a shortened shift at work, Puppy and I decided to meet Graham and his girlfriend Davy for a quick bite at where else? Hooka Joe's. This hooka bar served not only the best Hooka in RO, but also the best Swarma's. I watched as Graham and Puppy ate, and my bank account was drained to feed them. On the way to drop Puppy off, Davy's mother called. She told her mother she was with Graham's friends, who she described as " extremely GAY". A short, but ravishing spirt of anger overcame me. I was once again, having a label put on me. Everyday, in some way, we all sir come to labels. From A&F to Express or from Prep to Goth- everyone had some label that they lived up to weather they liked it or not. At that moment, I began to wonder, once again, what is the big deal with labels. People say everything happens for a reason. These people are usually women who are sorting through a break up. It seems that men can get out of a relationship without merely a goodbye. Women on the other hand have to either get married or learn something. All in all, why are we in such a rush to move from confused or Confucius? Do we search for lessons or "labels" to lessen the pain?
Later, in the heart of uptown, I found myself getting treated to a night of cocktails by none other then the married man. We had just come from his Birmingham loft. It was a lot smaller then I had expected. There was not a bedroom, but a bed that sat alone in the closet. The closet seemed to serve the bed just as well as it did the married man. On the coffee table, one picture. One framed picture of the married man and his blond haired wife. It was the only picture left out for all to see. The only one that mattered I guess. While at the bar, the married man gave me his card and booked me for a hair appointment for Wednesday before work. I was skeptical, but agreed to let him cut my hair. 4 cocktails, and one free tab later, I found myself somewhat drunk, and all alone in the heart of my fair city. The married man had walked off to meet his nightly fuck. I was left on my own. After wondering around, I finally sobered up and found my vehicle. Taking a chance, I was able to drive my form two miles home and begin to enjoy my date with my slender tone.....
The next day, after working a shortened shift at work, Puppy and I decided to meet Graham and his girlfriend Davy for a quick bite at where else? Hooka Joe's. This hooka bar served not only the best Hooka in RO, but also the best Swarma's. I watched as Graham and Puppy ate, and my bank account was drained to feed them. On the way to drop Puppy off, Davy's mother called. She told her mother she was with Graham's friends, who she described as " extremely GAY". A short, but ravishing spirt of anger overcame me. I was once again, having a label put on me. Everyday, in some way, we all sir come to labels. From A&F to Express or from Prep to Goth- everyone had some label that they lived up to weather they liked it or not. At that moment, I began to wonder, once again, what is the big deal with labels. People say everything happens for a reason. These people are usually women who are sorting through a break up. It seems that men can get out of a relationship without merely a goodbye. Women on the other hand have to either get married or learn something. All in all, why are we in such a rush to move from confused or Confucius? Do we search for lessons or "labels" to lessen the pain?
Later, in the heart of uptown, I found myself getting treated to a night of cocktails by none other then the married man. We had just come from his Birmingham loft. It was a lot smaller then I had expected. There was not a bedroom, but a bed that sat alone in the closet. The closet seemed to serve the bed just as well as it did the married man. On the coffee table, one picture. One framed picture of the married man and his blond haired wife. It was the only picture left out for all to see. The only one that mattered I guess. While at the bar, the married man gave me his card and booked me for a hair appointment for Wednesday before work. I was skeptical, but agreed to let him cut my hair. 4 cocktails, and one free tab later, I found myself somewhat drunk, and all alone in the heart of my fair city. The married man had walked off to meet his nightly fuck. I was left on my own. After wondering around, I finally sobered up and found my vehicle. Taking a chance, I was able to drive my form two miles home and begin to enjoy my date with my slender tone.....